The vast emptiness sings
not with melodies but with whispers.
Each word, a fragment of dreams lost
in the undulating echo.
Hear the silence as it fills
your lungs with memories
of a future that never was.
You are but a shadow
wandering through reflections
of a past unremembered.
Walk the corridors
where light bends,
where footsteps
create symphonies
of hollowed reveries.
Beyond the ebon tide,
lies an arboretum
of acoustic vines,
whispering secrets
of time unwound.
There, in the heart
of the abyss,
lies an echo
of eternity,
an ode
to all that is
and all that isn’t.